Deep down... deep, deep down, Heather knows Al's heart is in the right place. Really, it is.

But the time for thinking about that will be later. Because right now, there is only vinegar boiling up in her throat. The survivor in her is enraged at the suggestion that this little boy somehow knew what was best for her. Even if there might be a kernel of truth in there stemming from the pair's violent history? There was just so much that Al didn't know. Too much for him to ever be more capable of making this decision for her than she was.

Her voice darkens to a growl.

"Get lost, Al. Right now. Beat it."